. . . and a Huly Huly Skirt
A popular song from 1952.
Words and music by Bob Merrill.
Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Chorus
She wears red feathers
And a huly huly skirt
She wears red feathers
And a huly huly skirt
She lives on just cocynuts
And fish from the sea
A rose in her hair
A gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
- I work’d in a London bank
Respectable position
From nine to three they serve you tea
But ruin your disposiishun
Each night in the Music Hall
Travelogs I’d see
And once a pearl of a native girl
Kept smilin’ right at me - Goodbye to the London bank
I started in a sailin’
The fourteenth day from Mandalay
I spied her from the raailin’
She knew I was on my way
Waited and was true
She said, “You son of an Englishmon
I’ve dreamed each night of you - I went to her ma and pa
And said I loved her only
And they both said we could be wed
Oh, what a ceremoony
An elephant brought her in
Placed her by my side
While six baboons got out bassoons
And played “Here comes the bride” - I’m back in London town
And tho’ it may sound silly
She’s here with me and you should see
Us walk down Piccadiilly
The boys at the London bank
Kind o’ hold their breath
She sits with me and sips her tea
Which tickles them to death
Sung here by Vancha March: